DungeonWorld

Bottle check

23

MAY/13

After a full day of making hats Agmargus twists his ring and heads into the bottle to
check up on his companions…
The main room is cluttered with benches , tables ( the main big table is broken up into 18 large bits and is in the room, tools, nest bases and wood.
Bob is chained to a stair and hisses angrily- he is very hungry and thirsty, having eaten all the nearby roast minotaur meat and drunk all his water. He strains to reach more food … but it is out of reach. The room reeks of rat shit , sickness and sweat…

Sarjin snores loudly from his nest of reeking blankets and Mark lies in the recovery position under bits of warming material pulled from couches … he looks a bit grey and his lips are a bit dry…
His breathing is a bit spasmodic too… Agmargus shrugs and guesses they just over worked themselves before twisting his ring and going back to his designing…